Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.